Luyện nghe bài hát Starry Stairs

They ask for
do you think this fan club is for?
I slithered up each rose
I kept a warm, place at my core
I lost it

They ask for
What do you think this woman's of?
I stuck a small, pin in my thumb
They dreamt a low, line to be crossed
And I it

I'm alive but a kind of life
Than the way I to be
I retire to a split, white to be seen
In some old stag

And this eyes
When they roughly wrenched open
I could see a stair up your thigh
You hid behind your
Oh, but I saw you

all these guys, all these curious sets of eyes
Safe behind a TV
I let them pry, pick apart and up to dry
every piece of me
If you love me, I'm sorry

Oh, a trip? Oh, what a shimmering silver ship?
Oh, what a hot half-life I lived?
Oh, and the stripes and stars, how they stripped off the
When my life off from the part that played as a kid
the part that plays through your lips
To find a warm, place and sit curled up inside it?

So, goodbye
From the that's staying behind
To the part that has to
To the sublime lips that never spoiled by lying
But to the face inside the
Who me, who wasn't me
Oh, no, no, she's, not me, oh, oh